Abstract Art

Where I’m From…

Where I’m from sounds like…Children’s tiny laughterChurch bells ringing in the raftersCars whizzing byA broken heart’s cryLittle old ladies remembering the good ol’ daysYoungsters trying to find their wayTeenage girls spreading gossipParents arguing over a small toss upStudents wandering the hallsTwo young gentlemen in a brawl

Where I’m from tastes like…The salty flavor of the seaSweet honey from the bumble beeThe choking bitterness of the airThe candy-coated joy of being without a careSpicy relationships of young loveWarm, sweet tenderness like a woolen gloveJuicy stories of our ancestorsHot summers on the porch of ol’ Worchester’sBack-breaking sweat from a day out on the courtTangy citrus skies while visiting the old abandoned port

Where I’m from looks like…A picture in a movieGood old parents who use to say groovyMoments in time we wish we still hadThe people we miss and make us feel sadCommunity service in its primeFriends getting together, having a good timeTradition and pride passed down to usChildren who yearn to get on the school busNature’s greatest gifts growing and strivingYoung and old minds still loving and thriving

Where I’m from smells like…Motors fuming everywherePollutions growing in the airWet dogs running in the rainGrandpa’s pipe and mahogany caneMomma’s favorite perfumeThe dust Grandma sweeps with her antique broomMy blanket drying on the lineDaddy’s fishing pole made of twineA new book’s ruffling pagesA flower’s life in many stages

Where I’m from feels like…Hope when all seems lostBeing rich in a love that doesn’t costThe joy you find at ChristmasThe stress you get from owning a businessLove whose doors are always wide openFriendship that helps when you’re copingRelaxing by the fire on those cold winter daysThe depression you get from being alonePeace and serenity when you’re home, sweet home

Sunday, June 28, 2009

I am a lover of art in every sense. So in order to tell the purpose of my blog, here are a few words.

I love to write. I have been writing since the sixth grade when my science teacher was gone for the day and we had a substitute teacher. Our assignment was to write a short story about the rainy weather outside. Well it seemed my story seemed to grow and with it my imagination. The story moved from a cold rainy day outside to a scary, wild day filled with action, evil substitute aliens trying to take over the school, and homework. Our paper was minimum a page long; mine was six and I hadn't finished when the sub called the timer. I had enjoyed it so much that I wanted to do more, but being in the show business I never had time. Then in seventh grade, the Young Georgia Authors contest showed up. We could write about anything we wanted. Well at the time, I had just finshed the Lord of the Rings Trilogy and began Eragon. So Eladaar, the dragon prince, came to be. I spent all night typing up the ending that I had not imagined because my true ending was too long. I wanted to write a book. It ended up being 20 pages of ammature writing that I was mighty proud of. Except no one in my class wanted to read it. I remember getting upset with one of the boys in my class because he said a rude comment about my piece of imaginative art. But I guess they will never know. I placed third in the competition, which is pretty awesome for a story I pulled together at the last minute. Eladaar to this day has sparked my imagination and is still in the process of creation. My dragon rider's story is coming slowly but steadily. Many others have capture my mind and have stolen my attention,but I will always come back to it.

This blog's purpose is to get my imagination moving at a steady pace. I am not a fast writer. When the idea comes, my thoughts fly. Here I want to contain those that are dying to be known. I want to keep track of my thoughts and my own pace, so that I may become a better writer. I will publish a few things here and there but for now this page is about my writing world and what inspires me.Hopefully, I will inspire many other crazy scatterbrained authors just like me.

Saturday, June 27, 2009

I am a dreamer and an artistI wonder what the world would be like without warI hear the angels weep over a lost soulI see the love and hate of the worldI want the perfect soul mateI am a dreamer and an artist

I pretend my life is perfect and dreams really do come trueI feel pity for those whose lives are hanging by a threadI worry that my mistakes will cause pain to those I loveI cry when true love is torn a partI am a dreamer and an artist

I understand my parents make mistakesI say God has plans for everyoneI dream a message will be given to me so that I will spread it to millionsI try to bring happiness to those around meI hope my children's lives will be better than my ownI am a dreamer and an artist

Life's Abstract World

Here is a world full of imagination and adventure. Come explore the great beyond. The sparkling waterfalls roar out your name and the awaiting sunset is beckoning you arrival. Dive deep into the crystal waters of our abstract world; you'll never know what is waiting in the abyss.